Today’s rant is about antibiotics. And tacos.
After years of ingesting and digesting some of the spiciest and gooiest substances known to man, it turns out I’ve developed diverticulosis. Not enough salad to balance the queso, I guess.
Along with this fun development my doctor suspects an H. Pylori as well as lung infection. Combined heartburn, bloating and bronchial spasms had recently sent me to the emergency room gasping for breath.
One more ailment and I think I qualify as a living lab experiment.